Journey to the Mysterious Sea

At night, the gentle moonlight, like a light veil, slowly falls on the quiet forest. The forest is gently caressed by the moonlight, as if immersed in a dream baptism. The whole forest is covered with a layer of hazy silver gauze, like a dream.

The old wolf-like monster and its cubs huddled quietly on the straw pile in the cave. The moonlight shone through the narrow cracks in the cave, jumping like an elf, and shining on their bodies. The wounds on the old wolf-like monster were particularly shocking under the moonlight. Each wound was like a painful mark, and the dull pain hit it from time to time like a tide, causing its body to twitch from time to time. The cubs also looked particularly weak, and their petite bodies clung tightly to their mother, as if seeking the last refuge. They tried to recuperate in this relatively safe place, hoping to recover some vitality, and their appearance made people feel pity.

Suddenly, a light but clear sound of footsteps rang out in the silence of the night. The footsteps were like small stones dropped into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night and causing layers of subtle ripples in the quiet night. The sharp ears of the old wolf-shaped monster instantly stood up like antennas, concentrating on capturing every movement around it. It stood up alertly, revealing a trace of uneasiness that was difficult to conceal in its eyes. The uneasiness was like a heavy cloud, hanging heavily on its heart. Then, the footsteps got closer and closer, and each step was like a heavy drumbeat, stepping hard on its heart, making its heart more and more nervous, and its heartbeat also beat violently in its chest like a war drum.

As the footsteps gradually approached, the old wolf-like monster keenly smelled a human breath. This breath was so strange and threatening to it. The breath instantly ignited the anger in its heart, and the anger spread like a surging tide until it reached its peak. A low and shocking roar came from its throat, and the sound seemed to be a roar from the depths of hell, with endless anger and majestic warnings, as if announcing to the newcomers: This is my territory, and no infringement is allowed! Its cubs were frightened by this sudden change and trembled all over. Their fragile bodies kept shaking like fallen leaves in the cold wind. They snuggled tightly in the straw pile, their eyes full of fear and helplessness, and their appearance was heartbreaking.

The old wolf-type monster could no longer tolerate the provocation of humans daring to break into its lair. Its eyes burned with rage, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. It pounced out of the cave like an arrow, so fast that it brought a sharp gust of wind. When it rushed out of the cave, it saw a figure - Wang Xunhai. Wang Xunhai held a sharp rope-patterned knife in his hand. The blade flashed a cold and dazzling light under the moonlight, like a ruthless sickle in the hands of the god of death, exuding a chilling breath. He had a mocking smile on his face, which was full of contempt and disdain. His eyes revealed extreme contempt for the old wolf-type monster, as if he was looking at an insignificant and vulnerable opponent.

Wang Xunhai said coldly: "Asshole, come if you have the guts. Aren't you very powerful during the day?" His voice was cold and ruthless, without a trace of warmth, like the biting cold wind at night, blowing fiercely through the heart of the old wolf-type monster.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xunhai turned around and rushed into the forest like a wild horse. His figure quickly disappeared in the moonlight, leaving only a slight sound of wind, as if he had never appeared. The old wolf-like monster chased forward without hesitation. Its speed was as fast as lightning, like a gray lightning flashing through the woods. Its hair fluttered in the wind, and its eyes were full of determination. It wanted to fight for its territory and cubs, even if it paid any price.

Wang Xunhai ran all the way, his footsteps were like the beat of an exciting drum, rapid and powerful, and every step seemed to make a deep pit in the ground. The branches and thorns in the forest scratched his body like the claws of a devil, but he had no intention of slowing down, as if these injuries were not worth mentioning to him at all. Finally, he came to an open flat land. The moonlight sprinkled on the flat land like water, illuminating his firm figure. He stood firmly in the center of the open space, his posture upright, standing like a towering mountain. His eyes stared firmly ahead, revealing a fearless courage, as if nothing in the world could make him retreat.

Wang Xunhai's unbridled laughter echoed in the forest without restraint: "Kill me if you have the guts! If not, I'll be wandering around the nest all the time! I don't believe you'll move because of me! I'll make sure you don't live in peace!"

Wang Xunhai ran forward without hesitation, and the old wolf chased him relentlessly from behind.

After a while, the devil-like old wolf-like monster chased to the edge of the open space like a flash of lightning. Its huge and strong body slowly stopped, and every step it took was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, causing the originally solid ground to tremble slightly, as if it was groaning under the heavy load. It gasped for air, and the heavy breathing sounded particularly abrupt in the silent night, and was clearly audible, as if it was the sound of a dull war drum from ancient times.

Its eyes were still burning with rage, and that rage was as real as substance, hot and violent, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it to ashes, and then devour it mercilessly without leaving any trace. It opened its bloody mouth that was big enough to swallow the world, and once again let out a deafening roar of anger, the sound was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky, as if it wanted to tear the entire sky into pieces, and make the stars tremble.

The sound echoed in the deep valley, like thunder, and it lasted for a long time. Wherever the sound waves reached, the leaves rustled, as if they were trembling in fear; the sand and stones rolled down, as if they were fleeing in a panic. This sound seemed to be sending the strongest signal of war to Wang Xunhai. A thrilling, bloody battle was about to open the curtain full of blood and cruelty like a storm. The whole world seemed to become solemn under this terrifying atmosphere, waiting for the life-and-death battle that was about to break out.